The Sanctum's morning unfolded with a restless hum and the corridors pulsed with tamers chasing their destinies, a rhythm that stirred Kelvin's soul as he stood in the male dormitory's courtyard, Xerion's fiery aura was a blazing warmth beside him.
His arm which is now healed from the Veilspawn mission is flexed with a newfound strength, but the echo of the outpost is gratitude and the third-years' hard-won allegiance to the Tide's Crest which carried a weight of expectation.
Lyra and Darius joined him with their beasts, Avian Salaris soaring with moonlight grace and Rhoam stalking with iron-clad resolve while lending a steady presence.
The Crest had grown into a Sanctum-wide movement, but whispers of a looming Veil rift stirred unease, and a new challenge loomed in Master Torren's combat seminar.
